As sophists worldwide are aware, HaRav, HaGoan, HaWriter Adam-Troy Castro’s “Dear Magneto” essay is currently challenging more than 3000 years of Talmudic wisdom on the subject of homo-superior-phobia. Consequently, we stood in line, knee-deep in rain and runoff, for nearly sixteen hours along with hundreds of the revered Talmudist’s loyal chassidim, just waiting for a brucha from the tzadik… and once we’d gained an audience, we, in our unmitigated chutzpah, dared post these four kashas to the scholarly sage in the spirit of the coming festival of the Passover.

Why is Magneto different from all other super villains?
Unlike the vast majority of super-villains (among them Graviton, who “can crack the planet in two and still can’t get laid”), Magneto has character; he’s been wronged, he has a case, he’s pursued his ideals to their logical extreme and, like a tragic Shakespearean villain, it has brought him nothing but personal tragedy. He has lost his friends (Xavier), his wife (Magda), the love of his children (Wanda and Pietro), the respect of the people who could have become his community (the X-Men) and his potential (which, it’s clear, was limitless; a man with his smarts could have changed the world for the better). Magneto is a guy who made all the wrong decisions for all the right reasons, and my “open letter” can be seen as an attempt at an intervention.

How does a serious science-fiction writer read comics—sitting or reclining?
Eating.

Your X-essay is getting lots of attention–and rightly so. Is it read best when dipping or not dipping?
It must be read, footnotes and all, at one sitting for the full effect.

Which Jewish comic character would you like to write and would Doc Samson eat matzoh, or is that too high in carbs?
Benjamin J. Grimm. Or that other famous Jew, Kal-El. (Actually, I always suspected the ’70s Oliver Queen of being Jewish; he had the attitude.) I don’t know if Doc Samson eats matzoh or not, but I’m sure as hell happy that Bruce Banner doesn’t. The last thing we need is the Hulk, constipated.

Rashi notes that HaRav Adam-Troy Castro (the Hugo-, Nebula- and Stoker-nominated author who has also penned four Spider-Man novels) is also responsible for the Andrea Cort novels, EMISSARIES FROM THE DEAD and THE THIRD CLAW OF GOD; and the upcoming illustrated books Z IS FOR ZOMBIE and V IS FOR VAMPIRE, both with Johnny Atomic. There’s some secret projects that he’s working on, too, but that would be telling.

For more Semitic ado about nothing, visit EVERYONE’S WRONG AND I’M RIGHT (the blog of author Clifford Meth) at thecliffordmethod.blogspot.com.

Well, you just can’t keep a good Doctor down.

76 year-old Tom Baker, the longest-running Doctor to date, will once again return to the role of the fourth Doctor in original adventures – this time for Big Finish’s full-cast audio productions. This follows this year’s Baker’s successful six-hour full-cast audio, Hornets’ Nest, for the BBC.

All Baker requested was total control to create his own stories; Big Finish, having worked with Doctors five, six, seven and eight along, agreed. They’re no fools. Thus far Big Finish has produced several hundred hours of original full-cast adventures featuring the Doctor(s) and one or more of his companions, including spin-off adventures featuring Sarah Jane Smith, the Daleks, UNIT and others.

Rumors continue to persist about Baker someday returning to the hit television show, although if you pay attention to the noise it seems he’s more interested in playing a villain than in appearing as the fourth Doctor in a crossover, although charity events might create that opportunity. Until then, we can listen to his new work and let our imagination do the heavy lifting.

All of this is according to Baker’s website, The folks at Big Finish have yet to confirm or deny.

So we posted the now-viral image of Batman fighting a shark with a lightsaber…

…and something was tickling in the back of my brain that I’d seen it before, but I couldn’t figure out where.

Then I got a note from Andrew Zubko. Andrew is currently coloring a new project for us called The Inner Station written by Ben Truman and drawn by Timothy Truman, and he reminded us that he sent us the piece as a sample back in July.

So we are very happy to correct the record that the crowing piece of awesome was painted by Andrew Zubko, and show you a larger version of the piece– and you should go to his website at Zubko.com and see exactly how much neat stuff he’s doing.

And as an extra enticement, here’s a quick look at what he’s working on for us– your first look at The Inner Station:

Let’s face it, if you’re anything like us, you’ve barely got enough time in between blogging about how much you hate/love the iPad, Blackest Night, Deadpool Corps, Jim and Pam’s baby, and downloading torrents of movies you wouldn’t pay 10 bucks to see in a crowded theater, to see ALL the great stuff floating out on the interwebs. How about a brief smattering of recent awesome things we noticed.

Batman with a lightsaber, killing a shark. Kudos to Nerdcore on this gem.

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How the world would end… and we wouldn’t want it any other way. Kudos to Ctrl-Alt-Del for this piece of awesome.

This guy, singing improv tunes to random people who come in and say hello on chat-roulette.

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For a limited time (till the end of this week) Benbella Books has posted Adam-Troy Castro’s essay “Dear Magneto” from the book The Unauthorized X-Men:

Let’s imagine a future where you’ve taken over. Baseline human beings
are not an issue, for whatever reason. Either they’ve been
exterminated, or the mutant gene has become so dominant that everybody
possesses a superpower of some kind, or they’re just living underground,
working crap jobs like processing sewage, or sweeping the streets, or
telemarketing. Whatever. They’re irrelevant.

Everybody worth talking about has superpowers.

Further, let’s posit a fellow whose superpowers are minimal. He can
jump fifteen feet straight up, bench-press about a thousand pounds and,
while not quite bulletproof, will not be harmed by most knives. You know
the type I’m talking about. In the world you’re living in, he wouldn’t
last thirty seconds against the likes of Spider-Man, but he might be
able to give Daredevil or the Punisher a few anxious moments, on a good
day. He’s clearly a mutant, clearly a guy whose chromosomes buy him a
place in this mutant paradise of yours, but not a person who poses any
serious threat to the entrenched power structure.

Do you know what the citizens of your mutant paradise would call this
man? I mean, aside from his given name?

Human, that’s what they’d call him.

Your citizens would inevitably develop a value system similar to that
demonstrated by comic book readers, who are known for deriding mutants
with less-than-impressive powers as lame. They’d look upon a guy like
our bulletproof high-jumper and say, well, he’s not really all that.
He’s practically normal. He’s almost (shudder) Batman.

Read the essay, and buy the book.